Missing                                      By Linda Straub   I was on my way home and saw you running across the road, hands on your head, tears streaming down your face, and I knew she had walked away, into the heart of her familiar yet foreign world. Together, we combed the neighborhood until day faded into night. Suddenly, there she was, standing on the corner, unafraid and unaware, under the street lamp's amber, artificial light, coat collar turned up, grey hair blowing in the evening breeze, found, yet forever lost.       Alzheimer's Poem Copyright © March, 2011  by Linda C Straub, All rights reserved Send private comments to author:  lindacstraub@aol.com More Alzheimer's Poems here Read the Poem Of Every So Often at https://www.artvilla.com